I live in perhaps the most “Irish” city in America (see if you can guess which one), and I never wear green on St. Patrick’s day (if I even remember the day.)
It ain’t my culture and I see no point in pretending it is even for a day.
I love green, I love drinking, I love my Irish friends, but I’m pretty tired of people claiming to be Irish because they have one Irish Grandparent, yet know nothing about their supposed homeland except the words “Jameson” and “Guinness.”
